Sleepless by will

by Ole Carsten   Feb 28, 2013


I'm turning the volume up,
I do that on the sleepless nights,
Being locked up in my mind,
Haunted by the share thoughts of dreams,
I have fear of dreams turning into nightmares.

The room feels empty, even it is full,
The shadows creates images on the wall,
I'm gazing at the ceiling colored white,
I am feeling blue and have no mood,
My eyes are itchy by lack of sleep.

Seconds turning into more seconds,
Dripping the minutes slowly on the floor,
I'm counting to keep me awake,
Just for some minutes more,
I'm scaring the sleep away from my body.

Bittersweet tears running in my veins,
The tears are dripping in my mouth,
Filling me with thirst unstoppable thirst,
Adding more black magic in my mind,
Demons stay away, I beg you.

The morning came unexpected early,
Mirroring myself in emptiness,
The sun is pale, but it is there again,
Oh glorious day, my holly times are back,
I can breathe again, sucking in oxygen.

The air is cold, on my naked skin,
I love days light as I hate night's darkness,
Let it be light all year round.

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  • 11 years ago

    by L

    I'm gazing at the ceiling colored withe,

    ^^ on this line, I think it should be White :)

    sleepless by will because the dreams turn into nightmares, that's horrible. I like the title it caught my attention as well as the poem.

    • 11 years ago

      by Ole Carsten

      Ups yes a mistake from my side

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I can relate so easily well. Thanks for sharing!

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